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with any luck the yard will overtake the house
life sprawls beneath a certain kind of erasure
I count dandelions dimished by October
she is in the kitchen making pickled eggs
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with any luck the yard will overtake the house
life sprawls beneath a certain kind of erasure
I count dandelions dimished by October
she is in the kitchen making pickled eggs
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slow mornings: good for the body
bad for memories / music, its own mourning
bury again who it was we were
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lacing up a man’s boots wrapping a boyish heart
lends finality to the day

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when bed is unavailable
when tired retreat to fire
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moon you old telegraph
silent, we have no need of direction